Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2012 01:28:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg
Subject: Mr Hottie ch 3 revision
Mr. Hottie
By: Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
Story Consultant: Drew
Editor and Proofreader: Jere
The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty
Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval
from the author.
This is a fictional story ... any similarities to actual people, places,
events or other entities is purely coincidental. The story involves gay
sex, and was written solely for the reading enjoyment of adults who aren't
offended by the subject matter! If you are underage, or this type of
material is illegal where you live, please leave now.
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I want to thank those who emailed me after chapter two! I always enjoy
hearing from readers who are enjoying the story.
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Chapter 3
"I'm gonna get on Facebook, or maybe watch YouTube before I go to bed,"
Zach stated, after giving his mom a quick kiss.
"You've got school tomorrow, so don't stay up too late on that computer."
Heidi watched her athletic son's deeply tanned backside disappear into the
shadows.
"I won't," Zach said, turning around at his bedroom door. The doorframe,
which had once been painted white, was yellowed and dirty from many hands
and years of wear. Holding onto it with one hand and the door with the
other, Zach smiled at his mom. "There's NO way I'd miss first period and
Mr. Carter!"
Zach, who never really liked school very much, had always been an average
student at best. Some days, it had been all but impossible to get him out
of bed on a school morning. Thanking her lucky stars for Mr. Carter, and
hoping her son still felt the same way about the man after a few weeks or
months, Heidi smiled. "Good night, Zach."
"`Night, mom," Zach replied, closing his bedroom door.
Fumbling in the darkness for the lamp on his chest of drawers, Zach
switched on the dim light. His room was spartan: a few dirty clothes
scattered on the painted, but worn, wooden floor; an unmade double bed with
an old fashioned, tall metal headboard; an ancient chest of drawers,
scuffed and pockmarked from years of wear; an old wardrobe; and an
unfinished wooden desk and chair. A glossy black laptop, centered on the
cluttered desktop, seemed out of place among the cowboys and horses on the
faded wallpaper.
Because Heidi had never cared about using a computer at home ... and knew
they couldn't afford one, even if she had wanted to ... the Andersen family
had gone without for years. The inheritance from her mother meant they had
enough money for the purchase, however, and constant nagging from Zach
finally had the desired effect. The laptop had been his Christmas present
a year and a half earlier. For several months, Heidi only let Zach go
online in the kitchen or living room, but over time, the computer began to
make trips into the boy's bedroom ... for schoolwork, he said. Before too
long, it had found a permanent home on Zach's desk.
Wasting no time, Zach straddled the chair with his slim but muscular legs,
while flipping open the screen. As the machine woke up, so did his cock,
jerking upward with every beat of his strong heart. Fingers trembling in
anticipation, he entered his password and put in a pair of earbuds, before
spitting into his left hand. The fingers gripped the familiar contours of
his shaft; his hand and cock were a perfect fit, and had been for as long
as Zach could remember. Lightly squeezing the shaft, he opened Firefox
with his right hand and found the bookmarked page. His friends on Facebook
would have to wait; he had something much more urgent on his mind right
then. Though, sadly, YouTube didn't allow full frontal nudity, he'd
discovered several channels with guys wearing almost nothing. On one of
them, especially, there were new clips just about every day; he'd been
jerking off to them for almost a month.
While jacking slowly, he watched the first two videos; they were okay, but
too grainy to show much. The thumbnail for the third video showed a
hot-looking, slim guy from below the neck to his upper thighs. He was
wearing gray boxer briefs, and nothing more, as far as Zach could tell.
They were pulled down low enough to show all of his dark brown, trimmed
pubes, and even a hint of the base of his shaft. Hoping for something
exciting, Zach clicked on the thumbnail, and sure wasn't disappointed at
what he found! Snakelike, the guy's torso writhed sensually ... as if to
some unheard music ... while the guy fondled himself through his briefs.
Zach gripped his shaft tighter and began to stroke himself faster. Because
of the sensations he was giving himself, when the guy on screen began to
moan, Zach sucked in his belly and moaned softly along with him. Though
the video was less than a minute long, and the guy online didn't cum, it
was one of the hottest Zach had ever seen. When it ended, he immediately
clicked `Replay'. He replayed it three times, before noticing a link to a
blog in the info beneath the player window. Without hesitating, he clicked
on it.
"What the fuck!" Zach excitedly gasped under his breath, fingering the
throbbing bulb on the end of his firm, fleshy stalk.
The screen opened to a small pic of the guy he'd just been watching, along
with a couple of other very hot photos! In one of the images ... a close-up
shot ... a tanned guy wearing a low-cut, water-soaked, white jock had just
cum ... through the fabric, it appeared. A blob of semen clung to the jock,
at the guy's cock head, while some had dripped onto the man's upper thigh
beneath.
Heart racing, his hand flew over his dick. While balancing the chair on
its two back legs, Zach spread his own legs as wide as possible, tensed-up,
and moaned quietly. "Oh, shit! I'm cumming! Fuck! I'm cumming! Unh
... unh ... unh ... unh ... unh!" Spurt after spurt of creamy jizz shot into
the air, falling on Zach's hand, his cock, and belly. Nearly losing his
balance, he rocked the chair back onto all fours with a thud.
From the kitchen, Heidi heard her son's faint cries and smiled. Ever since
he was a young boy, he had fingered his cock unselfconsciously. Over the
years, she sometimes wondered if he played with himself too much, but she'd
never tried to correct him. She had always welcomed Zach's questions about
sex and answered them the best she could. Like most boys, when he entered
puberty, he became more private about sexual matters. Though it saddened
her, that her son had never felt completely comfortable talking to her
about ejaculating, she had known when he could, almost from the first.
After all, she emptied his wastebasket, washed his bed sheets, and did
whatever other laundry he created. When a guy came as often as Zach
obviously did, it was impossible to hide all the evidence forever. He had
never been all that good at hiding stuff from her, anyway.
After his orgasm had mostly run its course, completely contented, and
suddenly very sleepy, Zach yawned and stretched. Cum dripped from his
fingers onto the floor, as his body shivered a final time ... an after-effect
of the powerful climax. While closing his laptop and tugging the earbuds
from his ears, he glanced around the room. Spying the shirt he'd worn to
school earlier that day, Zach reached for it. Haphazardly, he wiped the
spunk from his hand, stomach and dick, before turning off the light and
belly flopping, spreadeagled, onto his bed. He was sound asleep in
seconds.
The next morning, both Heidi Anderson and Jeremy Carter were pleasantly
surprised when their sons got up without being called, and both boys were
ready for school in record time.
As Mr. Carter headed toward his classroom, nearly half an hour before the
first bell, Shaun searched out Zach. He found him in the cafeteria, where
he'd said he would be. A couple of other boys were with him.
"Hey, Shaun; how's it hangin' this morning," Zach greeted his new friend.
With a self-conscious grin and a shrug of his shoulders, Shaun replied,
"Um, okay, I guess."
When one of the boys who was with Zach laughed, Shaun thought he must have
put his foot in his mouth. But Zach ignored the other boy and continued,
"Shaun, this here dork...," he turned to the boy who had just laughed, "...is
Billy; and over there," he glanced across the table at the other boy, "is
Aaron."
Shaun nodded at the two, smiled weakly, and took the seat next to Zach.
"Shaun's a new friend I met yesterday," Zach told the other two boys. "His
dad teaches our Algebra class."
"Lucky dude," Aaron commented to Zach, before glancing at Shaun. "I guess
you'll be getting at least one `A' this semester."
"Maybe," Shaun answered, not knowing quite what to say.
Glancing around, Aaron said to Billy, "Hey, there's Elizabeth."
Smiling hopefully, Billy stood. While he claimed to be in love with
Elizabeth, it seemed to be a one-sided affair. Billy wasn't about to give
up, though. "I gotta split; see you later, Zach."
"Yeah, I better be going too," Aaron added. "Good to meet you, Shaun."
"Yeah ... good to meet you guys, too," Shaun replied, to the backsides of
Billy and Aaron. Moments later, he commented to Zach, "Sorry I chased all
your friends away."
"Who? Those guys?" Zach shrugged his shoulders, as if to say it didn't
matter to him, one way or the other. "But seriously, dude, you'd make more
friends if you showered more often."
Shaun usually took showers every day, and had taken one earlier that
morning. With a worried look on his embarrassed face, he sniffed an
armpit. He didn't notice anything unusual, but asked anyway, "Do I smell
bad today?"
"Always!" Zach screwed up his face, while stifling a laugh. "You ought to
use deodorant, or something." For a few moments, Zach watched Shaun ... who
was obviously unsure of himself ... squirm. Finally, he couldn't hold back
his laughter any longer. "You take yourself way too seriously, man; but,
fuck, if you stick around me for long, all that's gonna change. I can
promise you that!"
"You mean ... I smell okay then?"
"Well ... I didn't say that," Zach snickered. When he shook his head, the
golden waves of hair hanging beneath his baseball cap bounced.
"You..." When he finally realized Zach had been kidding with him, Shaun
cracked a smile.
"Did anybody ever tell you you've got an amazing smile?" Zach asked,
suddenly trying to ruffle his friend's spiky hair. "You ought to show it
off more often."
Shaun hated for anyone to touch his hair ... and pulled away before Zach did
too much damage ... but he also gave out with another winning smile.
Zach dropped his hand. "And you're a knockout with those dimples."
Shaun began to blush again.
While Zach thought Shaun looked even cuter with a red face, it wasn't cool
for a guy to embarrass so easily in public. Zach pretended to be
displeased. "But stop it with all that blushing around me ... okay?"
"I - I'll try," Shaun agreed, always afraid of losing the friend he'd just
made. Friends didn't come easy to him, and he'd never had one like Zach.
He would do anything and everything he could to please him. His face
betrayed him, though, as he only got redder. He hated it when he blushed ...
because it always happened at the worst times ... but he didn't have the
slightest idea how he could control his feelings and make it stop.
Zach shook his head, but smiled. While Shaun had some odd quirks, there
was something about him that attracted Zach. Sure, he was Mr. Carter's
son; but there was more to Shaun ... something Zach couldn't quite put his
finger on.
"Let's walk around for a while," Zach suggested. Not waiting for a reply,
he stood, stepping over the bench on the cafeteria table.
Not wanting to be left behind, Shaun followed. Zach seemed to have a large
circle of friends, and though Shaun already knew a few of their names, he'd
never really talked to any of them. Actually, he didn't do much talking
that morning, either. Mostly, he just smiled and nodded his head, as he
followed Zach around.
As if Zach had planned it that way (and maybe he had) when the first bell
rang, they weren't far from Mr. Carter's classroom. Along with the other
kids, the two boys took their assigned seats. Mr. Carter smiled at his son
and nodded in the direction of Zach. Whether or not there was actually a
smile on the man's lips for Zach, the teen saw one. Attentively, he sat up
straight and beamed at the teacher.
In what would become an almost daily ritual, Mr. Carter began class by
telling a joke. Shaun, who had heard his dad tell it before, shook his
head sadly and rolled his eyes. Zach didn't usually enjoy corny jokes,
either, but Mr. Carter could do no wrong in his eyes. Most of the class
seemed to agree with Shaun ... more kids groaned than laughed at the
punchline ... but Mr. Carter seemed unfazed. Before calling the roll and
making a few announcements, he acknowledged the students who thought the
joke was funny and, with a poker face, told them they would get an `A' for
the day.
Over his years as a teacher, Jeremy had developed several distinctive
teaching techniques. Probably, the most important one involved his
teaching style. He didn't like to teach while sitting behind a desk,
because he felt it made him seem aloof and distant from his students. When
necessary, he would stand before the class and lecture, or write on the
chalkboard. But most of the time, he preferred to sit on the front of the
desk and hold teaching conversations with his students. He felt more
involved with `his kids', as he liked to think of them, that way.
After sending the daily attendance email to the office, he walked around
the desk, straddled a corner and sat. Unconcerned, he comfortably spread
his legs wide ... right in Zach's face ... and began to talk to the class.
`Fuck!' Zach thought, almost aloud, while staring at the bulge in the man's
dressy jeans. `His dick's gotta be HUGE!' Suddenly, as his imagination
took over, his own manhood was rock hard down the right leg of his shorts.
Unlike his own thin penis, though, Zach imagined Mr. Carter's meat to be
thick and long, even when limp. And undoubtedly his large balls hung low
in a hairless sack, like one of the guys in the locker room last semester.
Zach was as sure of all that, as he was suddenly sure that he'd cum in his
shorts ... in full view of Mr Carter ... if he didn't take care of business
right away.
Urgently, he raised his hand.
With a subtle nod of his head, Mr. Carter acknowledged the boy. "Yes,
Zach."
"Um, I need to go to the bathroom, sir." Zach's eyes pleaded with the
teacher.
Since class was just beginning, Mr. Carter shook his head disapprovingly.
He wanted to tell Zach he would have to wait, but, after a moment or two,
he reached behind himself, stretched for the top righthand drawer of the
desk, and withdrew a small pad. He scribbled a few words on the hall pass
and tore it from the pad. "In the future, Zach, you need to use the
restroom BEFORE class begins ... okay?"
"Yes, sir. Umm ... thanks!"
As Zach stood ... with an obviously hard dick ... and took the offered pass
from the teacher's hand, Mr. Carter looked out, over the classroom. "And
that goes for the rest of the class, too."
Shaun's cock began to get hard, as, along with most of the class, he
watched Zach saunter toward the back of the classroom. `Fuck,' he thought,
sure he would never have the courage to say the words out loud, `Zach is
such a hot-looking guy ... especially with a hard-on!'
"Did everyone have a chance to check out your iPads last night?" Mr. Carter
was asking, as Zach opened the heavy, wooden classroom door and slipped
through the doorway, into the empty hall.
Before the door could click shut behind him, Zach was making a beeline for
the nearest boys' room. Several times in the past, when he had viewed
something extra-hot while having sexy thoughts, Zach had cum with the
barest of touches to his dick. He'd always been naked when that had
happened, but was afraid the friction of the canvas material against his
cock head might set him off. He clenched his pubic muscles tightly.
Although Zach didn't embarrass easily, he sure didn't want to cum in his
shorts at school; that wouldn't be cool at all!
Opening the restroom door, he unzipped his fly while hurrying to the
closest urinal. Urgently reaching through the open zipper and retrieving
his aching penis from down his right leg, he began to stroke it furiously.
His body tensed, and, in seconds, he creamed the back of the urinal with
four hard splats.
"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Zach sighed contentedly, as his orgasm ran its course.
Suddenly feeling relaxed and mellow, he slumped over the china bowl and
against the wall. When erect, the base of Zach's dick, and about a third
of the shaft, angled upward, but it made a serious downward arch from
midpoint to the tip. That made it easy for him to piss, even though he was
still rock hard. After shaking off the last drop or two, he stuffed his
dick down the right leg of his low-slung shorts. Taking care not to catch
the skin of the shaft in the brass teeth, he zipped up, flushed the toilet,
and headed back to class.
When the blonde haired youth opened the classroom door and walked toward
his seat, Mr. Carter laughed to himself. He guessed jacking off hadn't
helped much, since Zach still had an erection. Having taught teenagers for
over a decade, he'd been exposed to thousands of hard cocks in boys' pants.
Usually, he didn't even notice them, or give them a second thought, if he
did. A teacher couldn't allow himself to do so, and still hope to teach
high school; but he had to admit that Zach was one hot-looking kid ...
especially hard. Feeling a tingling in his groin, he dismissed the
thought, scolding himself for even thinking it, as he continued to
introduce Algebra I to the students.
When it came to thinking about sexy guys, Shaun had no such reservations.
In fact, since first meeting Zach, he'd had a hard time thinking of
anything or anyone else! Shaun noticed every move Zach made, as he slid
into the desk beside him, and spread his legs wide. From what he could
tell, Zach's dick was a lot bigger than his own, and Shaun could hardly
wait for second period gym class, to steal a peek at it, up close, in the
locker room. Cock throbbing, but knowing there was nothing he could do
about it right then, Shaun unconsciously spread his own legs wider, aping
his hot friend.
First period came and went. Although Shaun's erection had gone down, as he
listened to his dad drone on in front of the class, Zach still had lumber
in his shorts.
"I gotta head into the bathroom for a minute," Zach stated to Shaun, as
they left Mr. Carter's classroom. "See you in the locker room."
"Yeah," Shaun replied.
After the two parted, Shaun hoofed it to his locker ... which was about as
far from the gym as possible ... and grabbed his duffel bag, before busting
ass to the boys' locker room. Glancing around for Zach, but not seeing
him, Shaun took a seat on a bench near the door and began to change into
gym clothes.
Zach didn't come and didn't come. The second bell had already rung, the
locker room was almost empty, and Shaun was about to head to the gym
without him, when Zach breathlessly ran through the door.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed to Shaun, shaking his head. "I think half the guys in
school were in the john this morning!" Laughing, he dropped his gym bag to
the floor and pulled off his T-shirt and cap in one fluid motion.
Carelessly tossing them onto the bench beside him, Zach opened the duffel
bag. "You don't have to wait for me, Shaun."
"Hey, it's not a problem," Shaun answered, watching his friend intently, as
Zach pulled a different T-shirt, a couple of sizes too large, over his
head. The obviously new cotton seemed extra-white against his darkly
tanned skin. "I like wa... um being around you," Shaun awkwardly said, and
immediately began to blush, because he'd almost let slip that he enjoyed
watching his friend undress.
"You dork," Zach laughed easily, while stepping out of his shorts.
`Damn...,' Shaun thought, wondering if Zach knew what he'd almost said, but
also because the large T-shirt covered his friend's private parts.
Zach smiled, while seemingly reading Shaun's mind. "Yeah, I know; this
T-shirt is way too big. But mom said either I'd grow into it by the end of
the year, or it'd shrink ... probably both." His smile broadened to a
chuckle, as he shook his head.
Zach toed off his scuffed, black skateboarding shoes, and quickly pulled on
a jockstrap ... over his briefs, Shaun supposed ... before stepping into a
baggy pair of white gym shorts. Seconds later, he slipped a new-looking
pair of white basketball shoes over his low-cut black socks. After
haphazardly stuffing his school clothes into the same locker as Shaun was
using, the two boys hurried upstairs to the gym.
It was a typical high school gym class. Because the no-nonsense teacher
also coached the football team, it seemed like the jocks got special
treatment. But even though the coach played favorites, and some of the
upperclassmen acted like assholes, both Shaun and Zach enjoyed the class.
After a few calisthenics, coach had the class briskly jog outside to the
sun drenched athletic field, where they played a spirited game of shirts
and skins flag football. The boys were on opposite teams, and Zach got to
see Shaun's slim, naked torso for the first time.
No doubt about it, he liked what he saw.
Way before most of the guys were ready for the class to end, coach blew the
whistle. "Toss me the ball and shower-up, guys." He led the boys off the
field at a slow lope.
While taking a shower after gym class wasn't a requirement at Cherry Hill,
many of the guys took one anyway.
`Should he or shouldn't he,' Shaun wondered, as he followed Zach through
the outside door into the gym. If he hadn't begun to grow a few pubes over
the summer, Shaun would have definitely opted out. Had he been alone, he
might have still decided not to, but since he was with Zach, he decided to
do whatever Zach did. If Zach took a shower, at least Shaun hoped he
wouldn't laugh at his lack of development.
Shaun and Zach were among the last third of the boys to enter the locker
room. Zach was already stripping, as they approached their bench, but
Shaun ... already bare-chested ... hesitated before pulling off his shorts.
Moments later, Shaun caused several heads to turn. "What the fuck!" he
exclaimed, hardly believing his eyes.
Zach had just shucked his gym shorts; his taut, naked ass cheeks,
crisscrossed only by the white straps of his jock, were the same dark tan
color as his teen boy back.
"What? You've never seen another guy get naked before?" Zach laughed
easily, while hooking a thumb under the elastic waistband of his jock.
"Hey, I didn't know you ever cussed."
"I ... um ... don't; not out loud, anyway," Shaun replied. His eyes seemed
about to bug out of his head, and he was speechless for a moment. "But ...
um ... I've never seen a guy with a tan like yours."
Since the other boys, who had turned their heads earlier, didn't notice any
reason for Shaun's outburst ... nothing that interested them, anyway ... they
went back to whatever they had been doing.
"Is that all," Zach laughed again. "I thought maybe I'd grown a tail, or
had pimples all over my ass, or something." Bending forward, he pulled down
his jock. While stepping out of it, he added truthfully, though not
completely, "I skinny dip in summer."
"No way...," Shaun blurted out, as Zach stood in all his naked glory, facing
him.
***
With that line, I'm going to end chapter three. I hope all of you enjoyed
this chapter. I sure had fun writing it! Of course, I'd like to hear from
as many of you as possible: fotogme11@yahoo.com.
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